Zhenjue Temple outside the Ximen of the capital was a Lama Temple built in the early Ming Dynasty.

Sandan Lama sat on the bed, his eyes slightly closed, and suddenly opened suddenly.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and soon the sound of knocking on the door came.

"Come in." Sandan Lama said in a deep voice.

"Master." A middle-aged lama walked into the door, holding a wooden tray in his hand, and two bowls of horse milk were placed on it.

"Illed, it's you here." Sandan Lama sat upright on the bed covered with red satin, with a hint of resentment in his eyes.

"Master," the middle-aged lama placed the horse's milk in front of the bed and sat on the futon under the bed. "News came from the palace that the Han emperor agreed to set up an altar in the imperial garden of the inner palace."

Sandan Lama closed his eyes again: "Illed, have you really made up your mind?"

"Master, have you not made up your mind yet?" Illed said with an anxious expression on his face, "The Buddha has obviously brought down the Hadith. The Jin people will definitely build a great empire that is not inferior to the Mongol Empire."

"I know what you are thinking, and I also know how generous the conditions given by Dorgon are." Sandan Lama sighed, "However, I am worried that we will fail this time."

"Master, why is this?" Yilled asked, getting up and picking up a bowl of horse milk, and giving it to the three elixirs.

Sandan pushed and signaled Yileid to drink it. He saw Yileid completely drink the milk in the bowl, and then said, "I came back yesterday when I met the emperor and couldn't forget that kind man."

Illed chuckled and said, "The master is too worried. Haven't we collected all the news from that kind man? From the news we know now, he is just an ordinary monk who practices both individual skills and spells. Those who fight him are simply defeated because they do not know physical skills or spells."

The many times and many killings of honest people have spread in the world. "Mo Hanzhai Zhiyi" testified that people in this circle have long been no longer unfamiliar with the word "kind people". They even discovered Qian Yiqun's preferred fighting style from literary ink.

Sword skills are the main ones, thunder skills are the auxiliary ones, strange footwork skills are the most erratic, and erratic body skills are...

From this we draw a conclusion: the kind-hearted man was originally a martial arts wanderer, but he learned some magic by chance.

"So, all the iron rod lamas who came here this time are young and practice martial arts, and they will never let him escape easily." Illed said.

"You have thought that if we succeed, we may not be able to escape alive." said Sandan Lama.

"I wish to turn into ashes with my flesh and promote Buddhism." Elled said sincerely.

"Then why do you want to attack me?" Sandan Lama splashed off the horse's milk in front of the bed, watching the milky white breasts seep into the gaps in the floor tiles.

"you!"

The Illid group jumped behind him, stood at the door, and grinned: "You just realized now that it's too late!"

"Iled, I regard you as my disciple, why do you do this?" Sandan Lama frowned, and the poisonous gas in his body had invaded the Heart Sutra.

"Because you accepted Dorgon's bribe. The assassination of the Ming Emperor's robbery on Lin Dankhan has been known by Khan." Illed said, "I have been ordered by Khan to kill you before you can do anything."

Sandan felt more and more rapid breathing. He pointed at Yilede: "You, aren't you Dorgon's person..."

"Master, your wisdom has been deceived." Yilede smiled, "Dorgon just promised to enter the pass. But Lin Danhan promised me to build a temple after I was done and I was named the Dharma King. Well, I was one step away, that was to take your head and go to the Ming court to offer. After all, you are the mastermind who assassinated the Emperor of Ming."

"You, you, you step on your feet..." Sandan's voice became lighter and lighter, and he finally fell on the bed, and there was no sound again.

Illed waited for a while before he stepped forward to explore the breath of the Sandan, and proudly turned away from the monk's room.

In the garden outside the monk's room, a middle-aged man with gray hair stood. From the ravines on his face, he could see that his life was very hard. Similarly, this hard work earned him a lot of wealth. Just a row of cat-eye agate rings on his fingers was dazzling.

"Has it been successful?" the man asked softly in a northwest accent.

In fact, it was just a greeting. The moment Ellard walked out, he knew that it was done.

"You can really think of it by poisoning me." Ellard took off his jacket and threw it aside, "If he also drank that bowl of horse breasts, wouldn't you be wasting your efforts?"

The poison gas is hidden in people, but the antidote is in the extremely suspicious horse milk. Who can find that the poisoned person dares to drink the horse milk sent by the enemy? Most of the Sandan Lama is in the temple. Such incredible scheming is really unbearable.

"He won't drink it." The man said, "The horse milk he supplied the day before yesterday was a little sour, so he would never drink the horse milk from the Chinese field anymore. What I am more worried about now is whether you can really become his appearance and assassinate the emperor after he dies."

Irede narrowed his eyes: "This is the secret method of the Bon religion in Tibet, and it is foolproof."

"Very good," the man's voice became gloomy. "You know the consequences of failure, and the prince will not have any sympathy for the losers. Especially if you are a loser who wants to take advantage of the world."

"Don't worry." Ellard turned around and was about to leave, and suddenly stopped. "By the way, think of a way to cheat the kind-hearted person away. You have so many ideas."

"Are you scared?" the man sneered, "When you said you avenged my son, it didn't seem like this."

"You Han people say that one horse will return to one horse, and one cow will return to one cow." Illed deliberately added a cow to express his purity of Chinese and also to express the importance of this matter. He said: "Now that big things are ahead, you can put your son's revenge behind you. What are you anxious about?"

The man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, let me leave the matter of transferring the tiger away from the mountain. But, take revenge..."

"I know, I know!" Elled waved impatiently and walked towards the main hall.

To completely become a Sandan Lama, there are still many things to do.

...

Aniu Bai Feng and others still lived in Sun Chengzong's mansion.

The Bai brothers were pulled by Xue Yu to meet young scholars all day long and studied the sutras and discussions. Bai Feng was very miserable about this and only thought it was to sharpen his own mind and nature. Bai Sha collected a lot of news from it. Every day, he would write down paper crane talismans in small fly heads, and then send them to the palace, asking Qian Yiqun to pass it to the people of Yiyinglou who were far away in Suzhou.

However, A Niu accompanied Liu Dingding to linger in the streets and alleys of the capital all day long, watching juggling and listening to music and playing drums, buying some fashionable things, and the day passed in a blink of an eye.

Miss Liu spent money like water so much that there was naturally Sun Ge Lao helping him to help him make money. The kind-hearted man could only start with his senior brother and sister-in-law.

Qian Yiqun lived in the emperor's bedroom and lived in a separate house from Chongzhen. He was very honored and favored. Even when Chongzhen wrote a memorial, he was reading the book of praying for rain, and the two did not avoid each other. Only when Chongzhen met the ministers, Qian Yiqun was afraid of quarrels, so he changed to a warm room and continued reading.

After Chongzhen finished his government affairs, Qian Yiqun pulled Chongzhen to run in the imperial garden. He ran and stopped in the first two days. After three or five days, Chongzhen could still hold on to the full run. His whole spirit changed greatly, and he trusted Qian Yiqun more and more.

Although Qian Yiqun was so popular with the emperor, he became increasingly reluctant to interrupt the country's government. After listening to the emperor and ministers' questions for a few days, he realized that the height was different. The problems he considered were different. The seriousness of the Ming Dynasty was far from as simple as he imagined, and it was definitely not something that could be solved by a key potato.

Food, crops, natural disasters, vassal kings, beliefs, interests... are intertwined. The entire Ming Dynasty is like a ball of twine, and it cannot be found. Qian Yiqun is just watching. It is difficult to understand those who are determined to be in high positions.

"Master, Your Majesty asks you for your Royal Study."

On that day, Qian Yiqun sat at the desk in the West Warehouse Pavilion and focused on the collection of books in the palace. Wang Chengen found it.

"Isn't Your Majesty going to meet with the Ministry of Rites today?" Qian Yiqun stood up, quite surprised.

"It was Xu Guangqi, the Minister of Rites, who wrote a memorial to discuss the rain prayer." Wang Chengen shouldn't have spoken too much, but in order to make a good deal, he still made it clear.

Qian Yiqun didn't appreciate it.

For ordinary officials, if they know the purpose of the emperor's summons in advance and be prepared, they will definitely repay this kind of kindness. However, Qian Yiqun didn't care about the emperor's attitude at all and had never thought about what to prepare, so he just said "Oh", which made Wang Chengen feel a little worried about being flirtatious to show the blind man.

As the eunuch led the way to the Donghunting Pavilion, Chongzhen summoned Xu Guangqi and a member of the head of the Ministry of Rites here today. Qian Yiqun did not expect that he would meet this famous scientist in the late Ming Dynasty who had high hopes for him under this situation.

As soon as he came up, Xu Guangqi's old face became full of hostility.

"Master Taoist," Chongzhen said when he saw Qian Yiqun, "Justice Xu told me some of the Taixi theories, and it was said that Tianyu could not succeed. What do you think of Taoist Taoist?"

I stood at the door to watch.

Qian Yiqun felt that his mood was really open-minded. Faced with Xu Guangqi's hostility, he could actually smile sincerely and said kindly: "Is it because the clouds are saturated by water, and it will naturally rain?"

"Hey, has Taoist priest also studied Taixifa?" Chongzhen said in surprise.

"Understand." Qian Yiqun was realistic and thought to himself: It is still okay to have simpler mathematics below calculus. Of course, it is not a problem to have natural common sense.

"Does that Taoist priest actually think he can get it for rain?" Xu Guangqi became even more hostile.

If you are a ignorant person, you can still educate him. However, even though you know the principles of nature of heaven and earth, you still have to act in a vain and confuse the public. What is this not the devil?

"I heard that Shangshu Xu is a baptized Catholic." Qian Yiqun asked.

Xu Guangqi's face turned cold: "So what!"

"According to the teachings, isn't everything in this world arranged by the Almighty God? And God is your kind Father. As his child, you ask him to rain a little. Is there anything you can't accept?" Qian Yiqun smiled faintly.

ps: It rained so hard today!
Chapter completed!